User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110817231144

And as the wildcat turned around, the shaft pierced his throat, went through his body, and continued sailing out over the dunetops, not losing momentum. A gurgling sound was emitted from the hole in his neck as crimson blood poured out of it and sank into the sand.

Wind whistled through the gaping hole as all eyes on the battle of the dunetops seemed to be on him. Lance's spear still in his paws, he fell forward, his eyes glinting once before his face fell into the sand. His claws fell inwards and pierced his own body, cracking off in the process, his biggest treasures glad to be free of him.

And thus ended the corrupted life of Garond the Claw, the inevitable death certain to come for him. In the long line of rulers at Salamandastron, Garond the Claw would just be a smear in the ranks of great badgerlords, a forgotten conqueror who's memory would soon be disposed of forever.